Ohhh now I’m in huge trouble. I built something to make life more interesting for me by bringing my characters to life but it’s turned into a hunger games of sorts. In my rush to finally have a new friend I forgot that most of what I wrote was murder and horror stories. I had tried to get out of the room but the lock was stuck. The most problematic person for me is probably a character that has split custody between me and my real life friends. His name is Arlo, and he’s a teen psycho. He has killed so many people in various creative ways. Oh and that’s another problem. Lots of my characters are dead, so there’s just a whole bunch of corpses on the ground. I’ve got to try and make the best alliance I can with Evalynn, at least she has magic, though she isn’t in full control of it. In my corner I looked around the room that was almost full with characters I had made. I began to feel nostalgic when I saw some of my older characters like Laura and her talking, air breathing, baby sea horse from 2nd grade and Violet and Cassiopeia from 6th grade. It was cool but now I had to get out alive.